Stan.
Fortune and Victory sit on thy helm!

Richm.
All comfort, that the dark night can afford,
Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!
Tell me, how fares our loving mother?

Stan.
I, by attorney, bless thee from thy mother;
Who prays continually for Richmond's good:
So much for that—The silent hours steal on,
And flaky darkness breaks within the East.
In brief, for so the season bids us be,
Prepare thy battel early in the morning;
And put thy fortune to th' arbitrement
Of bloody strokes, and mortal staring war.
I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot)
With best advantage will deceive the time,
And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms.
But on thy side I may not be too forward,
Lest (being seen) thy brother tender George
Be executed in his father's Sight.
Farewel; the leisure, and the fearful time
Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,
And ample enterchange of sweet discourse,
Which so-long-sundred friends should dwell upon.
God give us leisure for these Rites of love!
Once more, adieu; be valiant, and speed well.

Richm.
Good lords, conduct him to his regiment:
I'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a nap;
Lest leaden slumber poize me down to morrow,
When I should mount with wings of victory:
Once more, good night, kind lords, and gentlemen. [Exeunt. Manet Richmond.
O thou! whose Captain I account my self,
Look on my forces with a gracious eye:
Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath,
That they may crush down with a heavy fall

Th' usurping helmets of our adversaries.
Make us thy ministers of chastisement,
That we may praise thee in thy victory.
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes:
Sleeping and waking, oh, defend me still! [Sleeps.

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